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Bunnyboy pax

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was measuring out some sugar and i scooped out one spoonful and fucking said "two." i didn't know you could even lose count that fast

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Jacek Yerka, Eruption 

www.artsytoad.tumblr.com

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The Milt Kahl Head Swaggle (Source: Cartoon Brew)

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The moon, the sun, the peaceful comfort of the night, and the warmth of the dawn 🌠

As promised, post canon version! They're so in love I can't- 🥹 Song: As the World Caves In

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Jayvik, the missing years 1\2

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when you're reading smut and that middle aged man has a little too much stamina

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Ximena being great at all types of cooking.

And we thank her for that

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yellow pikmin are my favorite

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Not to be that person, but if you remember this, how's that newfound back pain going for ya babe

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About Orion's biolights

this comic is made bc im a little bit sad that in OP's form we can't see his cute biolights as clearly as we see with Orion anymore

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siren

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The straight woman is unsatisfied with straight studio porn. She wants to get off to something in which the actors actually emote and show passion beyond canned moans from the women and, at best, vacant grunts from the men. She turns to gay porn. She knows it's not "for her," but neither was the straight porn, and at least the actors look like they're enjoying themselves. And for a short while she is satiated by Sean Cody et al, but she runs into the same problems she had to begin with. She was not looking at sex but a simulacrum of sex, trapped in Plato's cave. Unsatisfied, she turned to vintage gay porn, harkening to a time when most gay bars still had darkrooms and reliably smelled of piss and Amyl Nitrate. Here was the real thing, in all its animalistic passion. But she still couldn't immerse herself in the fantasy. She wanted the media to engage with her own imagination and meet her half-way, rather than having it spoonfed to her onscreen. She turned to yaoi, with its elongated figures reminiscent of mannerist portraiture, then bara, including hardcore BDSM scenes. But the tactile sensations depicted in the pages didn't do justice to their real life counterparts. She turned deeper into her own imagination, this time reading erotica. No, not the poolside paperbacks sold at Barnes and Noble. The good shit. Why then, was she still not satisfied? She dug deeper, searching for the true meaning of eroticism. She studied the psychoanalysis of Freud, the cultural criticism of Susan Sontag the feminist poetry of Audre Lorde. She took vacation time and flew to Europe, starting at the caves of Lascaux to explore the human urge to create, then traversed the Camino de Santiago on foot, along the way meeting a 56 year old carpenter from Burgos named Andrés, with whom she had an explosive affair. They both knew it couldn't last, which made them cherish each other's touch all the more. Upon flying home, she gave up. If her search for true eroticism never bore fruit this whole time, why would it now? It would take years before she stumbled upon the answer by pure happenstance: dubstep.

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saw this on reddit prepasted toothpaste exists so now one person said the brushed their teeth in bed on days the couldn't get up

tell a friend